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The tears that spilled from Clark’s glossy eyes added fuel to the already waging fire in the pit of Bruce’s stomach.
“You look so pretty when you beg,” he spoke, voice hoarse as the heel of his palm worked over Clark’s clothed cock.
“I-“ he started, lips thinning as his brows came together in agony, “I need to come,
please!”
Bruce could feel his already stiff cock harden to steel. Seeing Clark all needy and full of desire nearly did him in, it was a miracle he could keep up the tantalization when breathy pleas broke free from the other man’s trembling lips.
“Uh-uh,” Bruce began to tut, “not until you tell me what I wanna hear.”
“F- fuck,” he could feel the fabric of Clark’s underwear dampen increasingly, letting him know just how much this little game had been affecting the muscular man beneath him.
“Go on baby, tell me,” Bruce spoke just before his mouth found the fluttering pulse point of Clark’s neck.
“I’m yours,” he keened, back arching off of the mattress as he sought out the friction of Bruce’s palm.
“And,” he grumbled against Clark’s collar bone, waiting to hear those magic words.
“And,” the muscles in his back flexed as his downward strokes became harder, “h-holy shit.”
A faint smile plastered to his face. Bruce loved when he lost control, when his skin flushed a beautiful red and his breaths turned choppy, knowing that he couldn’t help whatever husky curses fell from his lips.
“I love you," he whimpered melodically.
A growl he barely recognized tore from the back of his throat, Bruce still couldn't believe that this beautiful man fucking loved him.
He couldn't hide the affect that Clark’s words had on him, his teeth scraped along the other man’s jaw as he sucked on the warm skin of his neck.
Clark's scent, his taste, everything about him made Bruce fucking crazy.
"Bruce," he huffed, interupting the man’s train of thought.
"Yeah baby," he shifted, eyes meeting Clark’s.
There was a phenomanel sparkle in the blue of his irises, his gaze flit between Bruce’s eyes and lips as his chest heaved.
"Fuck me," the tips of his ears turned bright red at his own words, as if he were embarrassed.
Bruce wished he knew that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, not when they were together—never.
“You’ve been so good for me, baby,” he whispered before peppering kisses on his cheeks and nose.
Clothes went flying and their belts clinked off of the hard wood floor as they threw every garment off the bed without a second thought.
The sight of Clark’s naked body made his mouth water.
He grabbed the lube from his side table. The click of the lid reverberated around them before Bruce squeezed a hefty amount into his palm.
He started with himself, fucking his fist as he watching Clark with heavy lids.
“Go on,” Bruce nodded toward the bottle that now laid beside Clark’s head, “get yourself nice and stretched for me.”
He could tell as soon as Clark breached his hole, the man’s eyes fluttered delicately and he let out a soft moan before plunging in and out of himself.
When Bruce felt that familiar tingle begin at the base of his spine he knew that if he didn’t fuck Clark soon, he make a mess of his own damn hand.
“Ready?” he questioned, voice husky.
Clark simply nodded, bitting his lip as he slipped his fingers out of himself and spread his legs further apart.
Bruce kept his eyes trained on Clark’s, very aware that the sight below their waists would be far too much for him to take.
His hips pushed forward as Clark took him inch by inch, so perfect—so beautifully.
“Shit,” he huffed, forehead dropping to rest of Clark’s chest.
The feel of him, hot and tight, was overwhelming.
Bruce took several deep breaths, steadying himself before rocking in and out of what could only be described as heaven.
His head had barely begun to lift before he found something new to focus on. Clark’s fucking lips. He knew how soft the were, how sweet that tasted. He couldn’t help but capture them.
The minty taste of Clark’s toothpaste felt like electricity zapping through his jaw as their tongues met.
“Mmph,” Clark was practically whining, hips shifting as he tried to find the right angle.
Grabbing the sheets by the man’s head, Bruce used all of his strength to thrust into him.
Their kiss broke as Clark’s head fell back, his long neck extending and his back bowing.
“Oh,” his voice shook, “oh my god.”
The breathy moans that left Clark’s spit slicked lips were nearly pornographic.
“Is that it baby? Right there? That feel good for you?”
Clark’s head shook eagerly, his lips thinning as tears clung to his lashes.
“You gonna come for me?” Bruce questioned as he slammed in and out of the pliant body beneath him.
“Y-yes,” his voice was deep and breathy.
As Clark clenched around him, pleasure raked through his body.
“Shit, baby. Your squeezing me,” he grunted face falling into the sweaty crook of Clark’s neck as they came in unison.
“Fuck,” Clark breathed, his heart was pounding against his chest and Bruce focused on the sound as he came down from his high.
“I love you too,” Bruce made sure to whisper into the dimly lit room before falling asleep